Roxy's POV

I forced a smile and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Actually, Mom, my favorite color is blue. But I do like pink too, despite what my dear stepbrother thinks.”

“Yeah, right,” Cain said, and then calmly forked a piece of meat into his mouth.

Fuck! I wanted to throw my wine in his face so badly.

Ivy looked between us. “But how do you know so much about her?” she asked. “I mean, she just got here.”

My hand tightened around my glass, and before I could answer, Ivy’s eyes widened. “Wait.” She looked at Cain, then at me. “Did you two date or something?”...